Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.